What Is Your Goal?

"Roar, roar, roar, roar, roar, roar, roar, roar, roar, roar, roar...!"

Amid the chaotic roars of what sounded like a beast horde, countless cursed spirits of varying sizes and appearances surged from Kengso's palm. It was as though a black hole capable of holding innumerable cursed spirits existed within his hand, spitting them out one after another as they lunged at Riezel.

"Boom!"

A flicker of sunfire suddenly appeared. With flames coiling around him, Riezel drew his Ancient Blade and shot forward like lightning rather than retreating. Amid a thunderous Air Burst, he swept out with his blade. It was as though he had severed space itself, as a dazzling crimson slash flashed through the oncoming swarm of cursed spirits.

That dazzling strike not only caused the temperature in the air to soar, but sliced through the countless surging cursed spirits as easily as cutting paper, killing every last one of them in an instant.

It had only been one slash, yet it had instantly killed dozens upon dozens of cursed spirits. The sight was so unreal it felt like a dream.

"...Looks like that blade truly is Onikiri."

Kengso expressionlessly stared at the blade wrapped in hellfire in Riezel's hand as he spoke.

"A treasured relic of the Genji Clan has actually fallen into the hands of a foreign sorcerer... No, a monkey who does not even qualify as a sorcerer. It is a disgrace to this country."

As he spoke, Kengso released several more cursed spirits.

The cursed spirits that appeared this time were no longer large combat-type spirits with obvious targets. Instead, they were smaller support-type spirits that lurked around Kengso like venomous snakes, waiting for an opportunity.

Then cursed energy surged over Kengso's entire body like flowing flames as he charged toward Riezel.

"Smack!"

Kengso flashed